Day 368 and 369

Friday saw me going back to work and feeling gradually shitter as the day went on. By the time I got home and all that entails I felt absolutely horrible.

Long story short I ended up going to bed before Penny at 6:30pm and have only just got up now, at 3:41pm the following day.

I've been in bed all day, save for answering the door to some Jehovah's witnesses... "Hello... Is.. Are... Can I speak to your parents?" "I'm the home owner and parent" "Oh, well you don't look old enough..." His flattery didn't get them through the door, but they did give some literature, asking the question "Why are people so angry?". Maybe it's because they've been made to get out of bed when they feel like dogshit to answer the door to some Jehovah's witnesses. Just a thought.

I also got out of bed to answer the door to a delivery lady who dropped off a parcel for Melissa, which enraged me, too.

Melissa and Penny have have gone into Southport to take advantage of the lovely weather; although, looking out the window at the moment is looks suspiciously like it might piss down at any moment.

I'm out of bed now as I'm going into Liverpool with Howard to see Stewart Lee this evening. I've made myself a rescue meal :

That's Philadelphia and chocolate spread on toast with a pint of flat Coke. If that doesn't sort me out, I don't know what will.

See you tomorrow, when hopefully normal service will be resumed.

Have a great weekend.